Gerard Way vs the World
Chapter Eight: I Wasn't Born With Enough Middle Fingers
Gerard's P.O.V
*Gerard's and Twiggy's apartment, Tuesday 11:00 a.m.*
"YOU SLEPT IN THE SAME FUCKING BED, AND YOU DIDN'T FUCK HIM.....ARE YOU SECRETLY STRAIGHT OR JUST PLAIN STUPID!!!??" Twiggy yells as I finished informing her on the details of last nights events. She slams her mug which reads 'I'm Emo and I Know It', yet another mug we stole...sorry Pete, down on the counter sending splashes of coffee flying everywhere.
"Dude, calm down, Frank insisted that we wait....he wants to take things slow, which reminds me I need to text him about the gig tonight." I say as I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Gerard: Hey...my band is playing at the Rock-It tonite, wanna come?
Frankie: You have a band?
Gerard: Yep...we're terrible, plz see us?
Frankie: Fine...what time?
Gerard: 7:00....see u there ;)
I stuffed my crappy little flip phone ( I'm still preoccupied with 2005) back into the pocket of my skinny jeans as I move to sit on the couch.
"Don't you have a job you should be getting to Twigs?" I ask bluntly as she flops down next to me on the couch and sighs.
"Don't you have a life you should be living right now?" She sasses back while simultaneously flipping her bright hair and rolling her eyes.
"Touche." I say as she grins slightly, what a little bitch.
"You're coming to the gig tonight, right?" I inquire after minutes of silence and mindlessly staring at the television.
"Yep and I'm bringing someone new along with me." Twiggy says as she winks at me.
"Oh really? Who is it this time?"
"Holy shit balls, I forgot their name...damn that's going to be a tad awkward." She exclaims as I roll my eyes.
"The whoriness is strong in this one." I voice sarcastically, even though it's a bit true. Twiggy then proceeds to stick her tongue out while flipping me off with both middle fingers.
"Damn, I wasn't born with enough middle fingers...if only I had two more then you would feel the full extent of my wrath Gerard Way." Twiggy laughs as I grin slightly.
*10 minutes later*
"Hey, what's your motto again regarding your so-called 'love life'?" I ask sarcastically after another period of silence.
"Oh yeah, " Twiggy giggles sightly before continuing again, "Anyone. Anywhere. Anytime but you know I was just kidding...mostly."
"Yeah whatever, anyway I'm gonna go get some coffee, want anything?" I ask as I grab my jacket and house keys.
"Just a muffin covered in Fruit Loops and Skittles, please." She says while flashing me a big, toothy smile.
"I don't think that's a thing." I retort as her smile quickly turns into a frown and she gives me her infamous 'look' that always makes me question if her next move could be slicing me open with a chainsaw.
"Then make it a thing, bitch." She warns bluntly and lets out a childish giggle afterwords. Damn she's psychotic.
"Yeah whatever...BYE NOW WHORE!" I mused as I opened the front door and quickly shut it behind me before Twiggy could murder me. I could hear her yell something along the lines of 'go die in a hole' but my translating skills might be a bit rusty. I step out into the frigid October air as I stuff my hands in the pockets of my jacket and begin the journey to the coffee shop, which really only involves walking a couple of minutes.
*5 minutes later*
I step into the local coffee shop while praying to every god and higher being in existence, maybe a few superheroes too, that Jenny fucking Powers isn't there. I really don't feel like being exterminated today. I look around briefly and I breath a slight sigh of relieve when I see Morgan , my glitter obsessed, eyeliner addicted friend who makes a living in distributing cheesy, flirtatious one-liners to every poor bastard who happens to be in his line of sight. Morgan stands behind the counter striking a sassy pose while preparing a cup of coffee for some old lady. An obviously fake smile is plastered on his make up laced face as he hands her the coffee and takes her money, throwing it in the cash register as his usual 'get the fuck away from me' expression takes its place on his face once again until his crystal blue eyes finally catch my gaze and a slight smile replaces it. He waves his perpetually drenched-in-glitter hand at me in the most sassiest way possible and motions for me to come over.
"What's up, bitch?" Morgan muses as I give him the 'not-in-the-mood' look.
"Hello glitter dick, you know what I want." I say bluntly as he scoffs and places his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended.
"Glitter dick? I'm deeply offended Gerard." He says as the shocked look on his face remains.
"Wounded, even?" I inquire while raising an eyebrow.
"Hurt, Gee." He speaks while simultaneously blowing his lavender fringe out of his eyes and flipping me off.
"Sure you are...now give me coffee, I'm paying you for this shit." I say as Morgan rolls his eyeliner traced eyes and begins to prepare my order.
"Oh and Morgan, do you happen to have a muffin with Fruit Loops and Skittles on it?" I ask remembering Twiggy and how she'll probably murder me if I don't give her this.
"What the hell? This is isn't Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, who the fuck wants that shit?" He questions while turning around and giving me a confused look.
"Twiggy." I say knowing he'll do it for her, they've been best friends since high school and when they get together you better just stay away unless you want to be called a bitch and have glitter stuck on your clothing for the next week.
"Oh that loveable bitch, I'll see what I can do." He says as he smiles and sets down my coffee. I begin to search my pockets for the crumbled dollar bills when suddenly I hear a booming, male voice behind me yell: "Retard Gay! It is I, Gregory Jackson, prepare to die, whore!" I give Morgan a look not wanting to turn around just yet.
"Dude, I think he's talking to you." Morgan says bluntly as I roll my eyes and begin to slowly turn around.
*Gerard's and Twiggy's apartment, Tuesday 11:00 a.m.*
"YOU SLEPT IN THE SAME FUCKING BED, AND YOU DIDN'T FUCK HIM.....ARE YOU SECRETLY STRAIGHT OR JUST PLAIN STUPID!!!??" Twiggy yells as I finished informing her on the details of last nights events. She slams her mug which reads 'I'm Emo and I Know It', yet another mug we stole...sorry Pete, down on the counter sending splashes of coffee flying everywhere.
"Dude, calm down, Frank insisted that we wait....he wants to take things slow, which reminds me I need to text him about the gig tonight." I say as I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Gerard: Hey...my band is playing at the Rock-It tonite, wanna come?
Frankie: You have a band?
Gerard: Yep...we're terrible, plz see us?
Frankie: Fine...what time?
Gerard: 7:00....see u there ;)
I stuffed my crappy little flip phone ( I'm still preoccupied with 2005) back into the pocket of my skinny jeans as I move to sit on the couch.
"Don't you have a job you should be getting to Twigs?" I ask bluntly as she flops down next to me on the couch and sighs.
"Don't you have a life you should be living right now?" She sasses back while simultaneously flipping her bright hair and rolling her eyes.
"Touche." I say as she grins slightly, what a little bitch.
"You're coming to the gig tonight, right?" I inquire after minutes of silence and mindlessly staring at the television.
"Yep and I'm bringing someone new along with me." Twiggy says as she winks at me.
"Oh really? Who is it this time?"
"Holy shit balls, I forgot their name...damn that's going to be a tad awkward." She exclaims as I roll my eyes.
"The whoriness is strong in this one." I voice sarcastically, even though it's a bit true. Twiggy then proceeds to stick her tongue out while flipping me off with both middle fingers.
"Damn, I wasn't born with enough middle fingers...if only I had two more then you would feel the full extent of my wrath Gerard Way." Twiggy laughs as I grin slightly.
*10 minutes later*
"Hey, what's your motto again regarding your so-called 'love life'?" I ask sarcastically after another period of silence.
"Oh yeah, " Twiggy giggles sightly before continuing again, "Anyone. Anywhere. Anytime but you know I was just kidding...mostly."
"Yeah whatever, anyway I'm gonna go get some coffee, want anything?" I ask as I grab my jacket and house keys.
"Just a muffin covered in Fruit Loops and Skittles, please." She says while flashing me a big, toothy smile.
"I don't think that's a thing." I retort as her smile quickly turns into a frown and she gives me her infamous 'look' that always makes me question if her next move could be slicing me open with a chainsaw.
"Then make it a thing, bitch." She warns bluntly and lets out a childish giggle afterwords. Damn she's psychotic.
"Yeah whatever...BYE NOW WHORE!" I mused as I opened the front door and quickly shut it behind me before Twiggy could murder me. I could hear her yell something along the lines of 'go die in a hole' but my translating skills might be a bit rusty. I step out into the frigid October air as I stuff my hands in the pockets of my jacket and begin the journey to the coffee shop, which really only involves walking a couple of minutes.
*5 minutes later*
I step into the local coffee shop while praying to every god and higher being in existence, maybe a few superheroes too, that Jenny fucking Powers isn't there. I really don't feel like being exterminated today. I look around briefly and I breath a slight sigh of relieve when I see Morgan , my glitter obsessed, eyeliner addicted friend who makes a living in distributing cheesy, flirtatious one-liners to every poor bastard who happens to be in his line of sight. Morgan stands behind the counter striking a sassy pose while preparing a cup of coffee for some old lady. An obviously fake smile is plastered on his make up laced face as he hands her the coffee and takes her money, throwing it in the cash register as his usual 'get the fuck away from me' expression takes its place on his face once again until his crystal blue eyes finally catch my gaze and a slight smile replaces it. He waves his perpetually drenched-in-glitter hand at me in the most sassiest way possible and motions for me to come over.
"What's up, bitch?" Morgan muses as I give him the 'not-in-the-mood' look.
"Hello glitter dick, you know what I want." I say bluntly as he scoffs and places his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended.
"Glitter dick? I'm deeply offended Gerard." He says as the shocked look on his face remains.
"Wounded, even?" I inquire while raising an eyebrow.
"Hurt, Gee." He speaks while simultaneously blowing his lavender fringe out of his eyes and flipping me off.
"Sure you are...now give me coffee, I'm paying you for this shit." I say as Morgan rolls his eyeliner traced eyes and begins to prepare my order.
"Oh and Morgan, do you happen to have a muffin with Fruit Loops and Skittles on it?" I ask remembering Twiggy and how she'll probably murder me if I don't give her this.
"What the hell? This is isn't Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, who the fuck wants that shit?" He questions while turning around and giving me a confused look.
"Twiggy." I say knowing he'll do it for her, they've been best friends since high school and when they get together you better just stay away unless you want to be called a bitch and have glitter stuck on your clothing for the next week.
"Oh that loveable bitch, I'll see what I can do." He says as he smiles and sets down my coffee. I begin to search my pockets for the crumbled dollar bills when suddenly I hear a booming, male voice behind me yell: "Retard Gay! It is I, Gregory Jackson, prepare to die, whore!" I give Morgan a look not wanting to turn around just yet.
"Dude, I think he's talking to you." Morgan says bluntly as I roll my eyes and begin to slowly turn around.
Notes
Hey! So yeah...I updated hopefully it's some what good. I really would like to know your thoughts, good or bad, about the characters in specific, like who's your favorite, and what do you think of Twiggy and Morgan...I would really like to know if they should continue being in the story and if I should involve them more. But thank you for reading and for all of the wonderful comments like I said before it makes me almost explode out of happiness. So yeah...thanks, I'll try to update soon. Love you :)
Morgan reminds me of Magnus Bane in the best way.
7/30/15